May 15, 2004 01:45
These days are passing over me at the speed of light.
And standing here in their shadows, I'm silenced at the sight.
Like water on the wind, I sense the change to come.
All that I've held in, like tear drops, run.
I am clay and I am water falling forward in this order.
While the world spins around so fast,
Slowly i'm becomeing who i am.
Nothing ever stays the same,
The wheel will always turn.
I feel the fire in the change
but somehow it doesn't burn.
Like a beggar blessed, I stumble in the grace
Reaching out my hand for what awaits.
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My two favortie non-essential instruments are the Viola and the B3/Lesley or squeeze box type deal. You know the type.